My English had become somewhat internationalised in The East. In the couple months We've been on The Big Island
Our English has become remarkably Easternised, New Yorked.
I watched a good bit of
as a laddi. We all did, huddled around the boob tube in a dark sun room. Each of us on a ship destined for an education in scrambling for flotsam and jetsons. Few, if any appreciated the excrement being pumped into our brains. Our parents tried.
For example, apparently Fat Albert was authored by a member of the Ku Klux Klan. Not much Fat Albert merch, is there? The racism we, at this moment take for granted could not be here in 60 years. Could be worse. We've yet to see a metric for racism.
Mr. Jefferson's given name was a reference to a man many wished to make king. His family name is a slave name.
- What if He'd been an attorney?
- In response to the badgering, might He have responded 'asked & answered.'
- Why is Whitey so obsessed with His name?
- WP recalls? Note how He counters Whitey with neutral ingredients.
- God? Could have been Navy Seals.
- If We appeared Moore Negro, We would prefer Mi's racism to Georgia's.
- Imagine if He'd been left alive to teach Whitey.
Jefferson was a slave name. The family name of the most hypocritical founder of the most hypocritical nation.
The name of a slave owner whom We find most repugnant because the ownership of his concubine devolved to his spouse. Willis was married to a Negress. Fortunately for PrimeTime America, there's Darren Scott’s Fashion Hut.
